Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The fairy's curse ❯ The Fairy's Curse ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Title: The Fairy's Curse Part One.
Author: Katya E. M.
Pairings: 3/4 D wants 4
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Notes: Please don't be mad at me for writing something new, I just wanted to start something new, I will have the next part up SOON though....
Summary: Quatre was given a foolish fairy's "gift", the gift of obedience. If someone were to tell him to hop on his foot for a day and a half, He'd half to do it. But that wasn't the worst thing he could be ordered to do, if he were told to cut off his own head, he'd have to. But still, there are worse things than death.....
Will Quatre be able to brake the curse?


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That fool of a fairy Relena did not intend to lay a curse upon me. She meant to bestow a gift upon me. When I cried continuously for my first hour of life, she looked upon Mother in pity. She walked up to me touched my nose and said, "I give you the gift
of obedience. Quatre will always be obedient. *sigh* oh, you must be so sorry, you must have wanted a girl... Quatre, you will always Act, dress, and so on as a girl."


"Stop crying, child."


I stopped.


Father was away on a trading expedition. Mother and Iria, our cook, looked horrified. And no matter how they explained it they couldn't convince Relena tat they had put a curse upon me. Relena just couldn't see it as a curse.


I could just imagine the argument, Iria's eyes glaring at everything and one, her movements sharp, Mother still, her blond curls stuck to her face, still damp from labor. I couldn't picture Relena, I had never seen her before.


She wouldn't undo the curse.


My first awareness of it came on my fifth birthday. I seem to remember that day perfectly, maybe because Iria told it so often.


"For your birthday," She'd start, "I baked a beautiful cake, six layers."


Catherine, our head maid, had sewn a beautiful gown. "Blue as midnight, with a white sash. You looked like a porcelain doll, with your blue ribbon in your hair and your cheeks red from excitement." Mother had always let my hair grow long, it went down to just above my knees.


I guess I couldn't blame Father for never realizing I wasn't really a girl, I really do look like one....


In the middle of the table were some flowers in a vase that Nathan had picked.


We all sat down around the table, except for father, he was away again. I was excited, I had watch Iria back the cake, Catharine sew the dress, and Nathan pick the flowers.


Iria cut the cake, and handed me a piece, without think she said, "eat."


The first bite was delicious, I finished it happily. The second piece was a little harder. When I finished it and no one handed me another piece, I reached out and started eating with my hands.



"What do you think you're doing?" Iria asked.


"Little piggy." Mother said, "Let him have as much as he wants, it's his birthday after all."


Iria cut another piece, It was really hard but I finished. She handed me a fourth, and I couldn't help it, I started crying. Eating and crying. The frosting tasted like glue in my mouth, my jaw was beginning to ach.


Mother was the first to figure out what was wrong. "Stop eating."


I stopped.


Anyone could control me with an order. It had to be a direct order, like, "Put on a shawl," Or, "Go to bed." But, "Please put on a shawl," Or, "Why don't you go to bed?" I was free to ignore.


But Against an order, I was powerless. I was in danger at every moment.


As I grew older, I learned to delay my obedience. But even a few minuets cost me dearly-- in breathlessness, nausea, dizziness, and other complaints. I could never hold out for long. Just a few minuets were a struggle.


I had a fairy godmother, and mother asked her to take the curse away. She said that no one but Relena could take the curse off. But in time, one day the curse might be broken by myself.


But I didn't know how, I didn't even know who she was.


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Instead of making me docile, Relena's curse made a rebel of me. Or maybe I was always that way....


Mother rarely gave me any commands. And Father knew nothing of the curse and saw me too infrequently to order many commands of me. Iria on the other hand was bossy. Shooting out commands at me almost as often as she drew breath. Kind orders, or for-your-own-good orders. Such as, "Bundle-up Quat," Or, "Hold this bowl for me while I stir the eggs, sweet."


I disliked these commands, harmless as they were. But I would find ways 'around' them. I would hold the bowl as Iria had asked, but I would move my feet, so she would have to follow me around the kitchen.


Mother would egg us on at every turn.


We'd end happily-- either I would stop and do what she origanlly wanted, or she would change her order into a request.


When Iria would absent mindedly give me an order, I would say "do I have to?" And she would reconsider.


When I was eight, I had a friend, Nabiki, WE were in the kitchen watchinf Iria make marchpane. When she asked me to go to the pantry and get her some more almonds, I returned with only two. She sent me back with more persise directions.


Then Nabiki and I went back out into the garden.


"Why didn't you just do what she wanted in the first place?" Nabiki asked me.


"I hate when she's bossy." I answered.


"I always obey my elders." Nabiki said smuggly.


"That's because you don't have to."


"I do! If I don't my father will hit me."


"It's not the same with me. I'm under a spell." I liked the way that sounded. Spells were rare. Fairy's only went to some births and weddings. And the only fairy foolish enough to cast spells was Relena.


"Like sleeping beauty?"


"Yeah, except I don't have to sleep for 100 years."


"What spell?"


I told her.


"So, you have to follow any order someone gives you, even me?"


I nodded. "Can I try?"


"No!" I hadn't been expecting that. I changed the subject. "I'll race you to the gate."


"Alright, but you have to lose."


"Then I don't want to race."


"I command you to race, and I command you to lose."


We race, I lost. WE picked berries. She made me give her all the sweetest and ripest ones. We played Princess and Ogres. I was the ogre.


After an hour of my admission, I punched her. She screamed, blood pooled from her nose.


It was that day our friendship ended. Mother got Nabiki's mother a new job far away from our home of Frell.


After punishing me for using my fist, mother issued one of her few commands. She ordered me to not tell anyone about my curse. Not that I would. I had learned caution.


TBC

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When I was almost fifteen, Mother and I caught cold. Iria was in the kitchen making curing soup. Curing soup was made of, carrots, leeks, celery, and hair from a unicorns tail. It was delicious, but we both hated to see those hairs floating around all the vegetables.


Since father was away from Frell, we drank the soup sitting up in Mother's bed. If he had been home, I wouldn't have been in her room at all. He didn't like me to be anywhere near him, getting underfoot, he would say.


I sipped my soup with the hairs in it because Iria told us to. Although I grimaced at the soup at Iria's retreating back.


"I'll wait for mine to cool." Mother said. Then, after Iria had left, she picked all the hairs out. and when she was finished, she placed the hairs back in the bowl.


The next day, I was well, but Mother was much much worse. To sick to eat or drink anything. I would tell mother fairy tales, changing them here and there. Sometimes I even made her laugh. But that laugh would soon turn into a hacking cough.


Before Iria rushed me off for bed that night mother said to me, "Good night, precious. I love you for who YOU are." I smiled as I left.


Those were her last words to me. As I left the room I heard her say to Iria, "I'm not that sick, there's no need to call Sir. Arron."


That was Father.


The next morning she was awake, but dreaming. Dreaming with her eyes open. She was talking with various courtiers, fidgeting with her silver necklace. To Iria and me, there in the room, she said nothing.


Nathan called the physician, who quickly shooed me away from mother's side.


Our hallway was empty .I walked over to the spiral staircase and remembered, all the times Mother and I had slid down the banaster.


We didn't do it when people were around. "We have to be dignified," she would whisper then, stepping down the stairs in an especially stately way. And I would follow, mimicking her and fighting my natural clumsiness, pleased to be a part of her game.


But when we were alone, we preferred to slide down and yell all the way down And run back up and do it again and again.


When I got to the bottom of the stairs I opened our heavy front door and slipped put into the bright sunshine.


It was a long walk to the old castle, but I wanted to make a wish someplace it was most likely to become true.


"The castle was abandoned when King Jerrold was a boy, although they reopened it for special occasions, for private balls, weddings, and the like. Even so, Catharine said it was haunted, and Nathan said it was infested with mice. But Catharine swore the candle trees had power.


I went strait to the candle grove. The candles were small trees that were held with wires to make them grow in the shape of a candelabra.


OFor wishes you need traiding material. I closed my eyes and thought.


"If mother gets well soon, I'll be good, not just obedient. I'll try harder to not be so clumsy and to not tease Iria as much."


I didn't barging for Mother's life because I didn't think she was in danger of dieing.


TBC
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